Wednesday, October 31, 2007
I was so excited for the kids to wear their costumes to school today, that I was up at the crack of dawn, getting myself ready so I could help my clowns when they awoke. One by one, I helped them get into their costumes, finishing them off with a painted face, per their directions.
It wasn't until we walked into their classroom that the guilt struck me. Did I fail to mention that Isaac did NOT want to be a clown? Although he never once complained while I was getting him ready, nor did he complain when we got to school, I could see the disappointment on his little face when he noticed that EVERY other little boy was either a pirate or a super hero. You know...things little boys want to dress up as. He rattled off the name of every one of those boys' characters, and immediately, I felt 1 inch tall. I wanted so badly to whisk him back home and sew up a super hero costume that would put all the others to shame. I didn't make mention of my guilt to my handsome little clown, for he was by far the cutest little character in the whole class.
PS. Should I feel more guilty about the fact that I refuse to take them trick-or-treating tonight? After all, it is my one night a week off, and I wasn't budging to accomodate a holiday that I don't even care for. Each time someone in their class asked where we would be trick-or-treating tonight, I gingerly brought my index finger to my lips, shushing away the subject. What is trick-or-treating?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Wrapping 36 foam curlers around 6 piggy-tails, all while fighting with a head that thrashes about from this way to that.
Frosting 24 cookies which the kids will take to preschool tomorrow, and frosting another 24 cookies for the father of those kids who complains that all the baked goods that come from our oven are always meant for someone else!
Folding enough clean laundry to clothe a small army.
Turning the pages in a wonderful novel that I am reading right now, The Mulberry Tree, by Jude Deveraux.
Never did I think that an appendage such as the thumb could be so useful in life. I guess I should have appreciated it more while it was in good working order.
I must retire this post at this time, as the tinkering at the keyboard is bothering my dumb thumb!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Thursday, October 25, 2007
The reason: baked chicken with mozzarella cheese and Corn Bread Souffle.
Night after night I make dinner for my kids, only to throw it down the sink 45 minutes later. Tonight, I decided, was time to change that. Dinner was going to be completed by four children- and-that-was-that. Hence, World War Four.
It was decided that anyone who didn't finish their dinner by the time the rest of us were done, would sit at the table...downstairs...ALONE...until it was finished. Seemed like an easy enough persuasion to get them to eat, considering being alone is not their forte. Boy, was I wrong.
Bella finished her dinner with little excitement, while three other children sat at that table...FOR TWO HOURS, screaming, whining, wriggling, complaining, PUKING, requesting bathroom breaks.... One would think that I was forcing them to eat liver and onions. Remember, they were only asked to eat about 4 bites of baked chicken with mozzarella cheese and a square of corn bread measuring about 1 square inch. Did I mention that I even made from scratch, cookie bars smothered in melted chocolate chips as an enticement to finish their dinner?
Needless to say in the past two hours, I learned a couple of important facts. The first one being, my Hoover Elite vacuum is not only good for keeping my carpet clean, making those lines in the carpet that satisfy my OCD, but it is a wonderful way to drown out the shrieks of tormented children being asked to eat baked chicken and corn bread souffle.
The second fact that this lovely ordeal has shown me, is that I am free from my need to eat under stress! The old me would have relieved my anger by swallowing the pan of cookie bars dowsed in melted chocolate chips--WHOLE! Tonight, one cookie bar dowsed in melted chocolate chips did the trick. Which is probably a good thing...Most likely I will need the rest of the pan tomorrow when Isaac and Annie realize that they haven't seen the end of the baked chicken and corn bread souffle.
I'm off to bed to rest up for a continuation of our war---at the breakfast table!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Not a penny in the world could replace Angel's sweet-spirited, friendly, smiling face.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Laws of Thermodynamics
Law of Evolving Systems
The list could go on and on.
Today, while trying to deal with four children, all while being knocked out by a miserable ocular migraine, I realized that I could list many laws that prevail in my house.
When A or B happen, C is bound to follow closely behind.
Humor me, and read on. Many of these same laws may also prevail in your household! In fact, I'm sure most of them do...
1. The moment I get on the phone, something tragic happens, demanding my attention.
2. My kids are "starving," until the moment I put their food in front of them, they have a "horrible" stomach ache. (Unless of course the meal is grilled cheese, quesadilla, or deviled eggs)
3. Three to five days after visiting a public place, a major cold epidemic breaks out in our home.
4. The day my husband leaves town for business, a major cold epidemic breaks out in our home.
5. If I plan a playdate with my friends too far in advance, a major cold epidemic breaks out in our home, THE DAY BEFORE the scheduled playdate!
6. If I pour the kids milk in a regular cup and they are eating outside, no spills take place. If I pour them a glass of milk in a regular cup and they are eating inside, it ends up all over the floor, the wall, and whatever child is in the vicinity.
7. When I am sitting on the floor, involved in whatever activity with the kids, peace abounds on all sides. The moment I step away, a war breaks out.
8. If I am relaxing on the floor, in less than 3 minutes, I am at the bottom of a 4-child dog-pile.
9. When I am most tired, and in need of a good-nights sleep, one, two, three, or maybe even four children will wake up "needing me."
10. If my children don't wake up "needing me," then inevitably my husband will!
I could write a 500-page book merely listing the "laws" that prevail in my home.
I need to be sure to add the most infamous law around....
When Mommy ain't happy, there ain't nobody happy!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
But, there is an alternative explanation. Last Thursday marked the very first field trip for all of our preschoolers. More importantly, it marked the very first ride on a big, yellow, school bus. In fact, I think the school bus ride was much more exciting to our preschoolers than the fact that they were visiting a local pumpkin patch with horse rides, a hay ride, and a giant slide.
What could be better than riding from point A to point B WITHOUT a car seat?
All had a great time as evidenced by four sets of dusty clothes, eight dirty feet, four heads of tousled hair, two with croup, one with an asthma attack, and an insatiable appetite to take a nap! My crew was so exhausted by the end, I was given the honorable duty of "pumpkin holding!"
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Friday, October 5, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
The far left lane is a passing lane. Am I not right?
Why on earth then, was a lady driving a blue Toyota Corolla cruising along in the fast lane at a snails pace of 60 miles an hour? Or it may have been 65, but I was going a bit quicker, and I wanted to pass her....in the passing lane.
Finally realizing her mistake, she politely pulled over to the next lane like a conscientious driver should. As I passed her, she gave me a look that could kill. Amazing...she's in the wrong and she looks at me as if I'm the problem.
"Idiot driver," I mumbled under my breath so as not to allow the four little ears in the back seat to hear.
It wasn't until later that I realized that little ears are very good at hearing...when they choose too!
Driving down Fletcher Parkway, I guess I took a turn too quickly, for out of the back seat I hear in a quiet yet convicting voice, "Mom, I guess you're an idiot driver too. I guess you like to be an idiot driver."
I was caught....by a four year old.
Yet I couldn't help but think, if she thinks I'm an idiot driver, what on earth does she consider her father!!!
Monday, October 1, 2007
"A house isn't a home. A home is created by it's ambiance."
My husband always accuses me of wanting our house to be too perfect. Perfect in the sense that I like things in the proper places at the proper times. I like each and every toy to be put in the bin that I have spent my own time labeling! I like the tables dusted and the laundry folded just right. I like the beds to look like they were made by a soldier at boot camp--you know, the kind that would bounce a quarter off if it were tested by the seargent.
I felt completely convicted by the previous statement that was made by my pastor. It was months ago that I came to the realization that I spend more time worrying about how my house looks, than worrying about sitting down and spending quality time with my precious children. I reply , "Later," to the kids when I should reply, "Later," to my housework.
So while I indeed felt convicted by the statement, I realized that if a home is created by it's ambiance, my home should be pictured in Webster's dictionary under the defintion of a home. It certainly doesn't lack ambiance. I could make a list a mile long of the aspects of my home that create it's ambiance. I will share just a few...
A noise level that rarely drops below 100 on the sound scale.
Walls that bare the faces of my beauties.
Walls that bare the dirty handprints of my beauties.
Walls that bare the food my beauties ate for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Snack, too!
Dirty clothes that are scattered about the house.
A laundry room that is piled high with not only clothes to be washed, but more to be put away!
Toys in the guest room.
Toys in the living room.
Toys in the girls' rooms.
Toys in Isaacs room.
Toys in MY room!
Toys in the bathroom!
Little shoes all over the floor in the dining room that have missed the shoe bin.
A missing rung on the stair case that Isaac tried to lasso, not once, but twice.
A sliding screen door that barely holds the screening in place anymore.
A hole in the wall behind my bedroom door that I made--better to hit the wall than the husband! True?
My house is certainly a home. From yesterday on, I've agreed to no longer look at the chaos in my home as "messes." I will look at them as the wonderful details that add ambiance to my home.